Snapshot Poem 25 October 02006

Cat on my shoulder,
dog at my knee, I live
amidst amulets, icons,

paintings by unknown
artists, carvings by
Indonesian strangers,

figures that invoke
religions that are not
mine; spirit that is.

Leaves come down
in a clatter of color.
The windchimes ring.

Ah, I'm just not feeling very poetic today...

Comments

[Cathy]

Have two more stanza.

In this October hour.
poem should appear.
Setting onto the paper.

But it’s playing tag
with the colored leaves
for the last time.